Singer: 1ntroVert

I sometimes want to go back
But in my head yelling voices:
"Become nadonna, lip: not good - and finish!"
All these voices have not My Hate, and My Faith...
But if faith - hundreds eternal taboo
Then, friends - see you in Hell!

But to hell with loyalty, celibacy - because I must be psychic
And I see people in the faith is only about thirty coins of silver.

Nothing happens by accident,
Will not spill even a drop of blood,
And only the writers decide
Who will die and who will be the hero.

Even when I died Yngwie, Chester from Linkin Park
It is a confession of punk, I - graveyard musicians!

And we are waiting for your first million, but wait a little,
Little hope, believe, few, desire,
Little to write daily plans.

Important art, not padding the wooden box!

Thank - error, money of others, talent is an illusion...

Their songs I didn't correct the world;
I am leaving and he will remain such as it was.
My poems don't move mountains - it's just a trail
Just a gravestone over the spot where lies a poet.